The harvests of sex

In the gentle hills of the Drôme, where the rolling landscapes invite contemplation, I find myself at the heart of a vineyard, surrounded by orderly rows of lush vines. Every summer, I return to my refuge among the vine stocks, a faithful seasonal worker. Within this estate, Gustave Dupont reigns as master, passionate about his grapes, which he cherishes like his own children. His wife, Laure Dupont, embodies kindness and generosity, secretly offering bottles of wine to the seasonal workers without her husband knowing. Between Monsieur Dupont's passionate love for his vines and Madame Dupont's discreet attentions, I discover a world where the passion for wine and kindness blend with the sweet delights of ripe grapes.

Carnal encounters with the owner's wife

Almost every day, in the utmost secrecy, Laure would send discreet messages to a select few seasonal workers. These messages were to arrange meetings that very night in a small cabin hidden among the vines. Inside, with just the flickering light of candles, she would welcome us with a big smile and give us not just a bottle, but also indulge in carnal adventures according to her daily desires. These little nightly encounters were like islands of sweetness in the midst of the silent vines, which would also make us sweat in the early morning in a completely different way.

We had known each other for several years already. I know perfectly well that Laure has always appreciated the freshness of the young seasonal workers, but she liked to summon me. I had learned to please her, and this reinforced a particular intimacy between us. By her side, I was able to test numerous practices such as sodomy, threesomes, and even urophilia. She confided in me her loving feelings about the sincere relationship she had with her husband while subjecting me to her insatiable sexual appetite. I adored it.

On the day of my arrival at the estate, during a convivial meal with the estate owners and their seasonal employees, I slip away for a moment to find the toilets located outside the large shed where our annual traditional feast was held. Once finished, I bump into Laure, who had been watching me all evening. She then leans into my ear and whispers to meet her at the cabin that night... For the first time, I was going to be her first conquest of the season; it was very exciting! I smile at her and join the rest of the group, trying to hide my erection and thinking only of the promised dessert by this beautiful mature nymphomaniac.

Domination scene for extreme orgasm

Once everyone had returned to their tents, I quietly take the small path leading to the cabin, guided only by the moonlight. After a few minutes, the lit cabin finally appears in the distance. I then hurry my pace, taking care not to damage Monsieur Dupont's dear vines, respecting his deep love for his crops. I push open the door and find Laure, in a light pajama and without panties, sitting with her legs spread on the sofa. The sight of her pussy makes me instantly hard. I then approach slowly on all fours, as she likes, toward her crotch that I had missed so much. A few centimeters from her vulva, as I can feel her excitement, her hand suddenly pushes my head away when I least expect it.

"Not yet." She says as I look at her like the goddess she was. She gets up and points to the floor.

"Sit there, with your back against the sofa."

I nodded and got into position. Laure straddles me, her knees on the seat, grabs my hair, and pushes my head back onto the sofa. Her breasts hang above me and swing within reach of my hands, but I can't touch them. I open my mouth, sticking out my tongue to get a taste of my dessert, but her hands hold my head firmly in the sofa. She straightens up above me and places her vulva on my hungry mouth. Above me are those juicy, shiny lips. I could see them parting as her knees spread on either side of my face. I finally savor that warm, enjoyable nectar she held between her lips. She begins to slowly move her hips on my tongue, controlling the pressure of the cunnilingus. I then trace circles with my tongue along her wet pussy.

"Fuck, I needed that so much." Laure arches her back, and her movements become faster, adding pressure to my tongue. Her breathing becomes stronger as she moves on my face. Then her moans turn into cries of joy as I feel her flowing onto my chin. I free my hands to firmly grasp her buttocks. My fingers then make their way to her vulva until I can finally insert a finger.

"Oh fuck!" She screams as her hips stop moving; I know she's on the verge of eruption... I continue to hold her firmly while accelerating my tongue movements. In a few moments, she let out a muffled cry, burying her head in the sofa. Laure then releases my face and lies down on the sofa, breathing heavily.

"Fuck me now," she tells me in a severe tone. I couldn't wait; I'm so hard! I position myself between her thighs and slowly enter her wet, hot pussy. She cries out in pleasure as I continue to thrust into her. After a few thrusts, I'm so excited that I feel the orgasm building up in me, and she felt it too.

"Ejaculate on my breasts," she orders me in a hurried tone. I pull out, unable to reach her chest in time, and I come on her body.

Laure gets up while I zip up my pants and accompanies me naked, covered in sperm, to the cabin door. She hands me a bottle and gives me a complicit smile. "Thank you for your loyalty, Marc. You are one of our best seasonal workers! See you tomorrow at breakfast."

I then leave my employer, the bottle in my hands. I can't wait to continue the harvests within this very special estate. But more than anything, to be summoned by Madame Dupont, who knows how to make each season unforgettable for the lucky harvesters who cross her path!